A damn fine cup of coffee
Ok, quick recap of Santa Fe. Shockingly, the topic of Newsies did not come up. Sigh. I had to keep my love of Spot to myself. If you haven't seen that movie, (a) please don't judge me and (b) Spot is the bad-ass newsie from Brooklyn. Not some pansy dog.
Uh, so Santa Fe. Fun times. Good contacts. Got some good gossip from a colleague and former grad student of my school on some recent ethical lapses and past behaviors. A possible job opportunity. Delicious food. A hard-learned lesson that tequila at 7000+ feet above sea level is not equivalent to the usual dosages I enjoy back home.
This weekend I went to Tacoma, the ugly, red-headed step-child of Seattle. Perhaps I shouldn't actually mock it since it had a great downtown with some good historic preservation and (more importantly) delicious restaurants. Learned some gossip on goings-on at a state historical society that is going to be having some issues soon. Conferences are just full of Chatty Cathys.
So since I've been in and out of town, I have yet again let this site fall behind. I wold have posted earlier today, but I have three major deadlines this week for work. And probably watching Season Two of Twin Peaks while working on a chapter for the dissertation wasn't the best of ideas. Lord knows what kind of David Lynch-inspired weirdness found its way in. If in my overview of the Dawes Act I find a mention of Leo needing new boots, we'll know who to blame. Damn you, Netflix.
So traveling has been good for the last few weeks, if only for the reason that I can escape the non-stop screaming of my neighbors. Which means I can actually sleep instead of listening to a yelling match over who has ruined whose life. Funny, they never include my life and lack of sleep in that particular fight.
Uh, so Santa Fe. Fun times. Good contacts. Got some good gossip from a colleague and former grad student of my school on some recent ethical lapses and past behaviors. A possible job opportunity. Delicious food. A hard-learned lesson that tequila at 7000+ feet above sea level is not equivalent to the usual dosages I enjoy back home.
This weekend I went to Tacoma, the ugly, red-headed step-child of Seattle. Perhaps I shouldn't actually mock it since it had a great downtown with some good historic preservation and (more importantly) delicious restaurants. Learned some gossip on goings-on at a state historical society that is going to be having some issues soon. Conferences are just full of Chatty Cathys.
So since I've been in and out of town, I have yet again let this site fall behind. I wold have posted earlier today, but I have three major deadlines this week for work. And probably watching Season Two of Twin Peaks while working on a chapter for the dissertation wasn't the best of ideas. Lord knows what kind of David Lynch-inspired weirdness found its way in. If in my overview of the Dawes Act I find a mention of Leo needing new boots, we'll know who to blame. Damn you, Netflix.
So traveling has been good for the last few weeks, if only for the reason that I can escape the non-stop screaming of my neighbors. Which means I can actually sleep instead of listening to a yelling match over who has ruined whose life. Funny, they never include my life and lack of sleep in that particular fight.
posted by Ace | 7:47 PM
3 Comments:
Next time the neighbors fight, I think you should go over and tell them:
"Always fightin never rightin, Always haten Don't be daten, Top that, top that, You should give F#@# about trying to top that!"
They will surely get the message...
uh...don't let Grandma W. hear you say "Spot" and "pansy dog" in the same sentence...
Such thoughtless people.
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